Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from El Salvador and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Audionom to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Letta Mbulu,
UT,
The Fortunes,
Ronan,
Maleditus Sound,
Basic Channel,
Public Enemy,
James White and The Blacks,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Hood,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Lynne,
John Lydon,
Wire,
The Motions,
The Modern Lovers,
Deadbeat,
Supertramp,
Gang Starr,
Soft Cell,
The Doors,
Mandrill,
MC5,
Sparks,
DNA,
Scrapy,
The Remains,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boredoms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stetsasonic,
the Association,
Joy Division,
The Tremeloes,
Alison Limerick,
Desert Stars,
Davy DMX,
Pussy Galore,
Pierre Henry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
H. Thieme,
The Leaves,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arab on Radar,
Quando Quango,
Ponytail,
Nik Kershaw,
The Associates,
Depeche Mode,
The Busters,
This Heat,
cv313,
The Evens,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.